“No, not spoon-bending or horoscopy, not the Golden Dawn or make-believe shamanism, astral projection or the Satanic Mass – if it’s mumbo jumbo you want go for the real stuff, banking politics, social science – not that weak Blavatskian crap”
– Hakim Bey
Sorcery: The Universe Wants to Play, Liber Malorum
By the age of twelve, it had already become quite clear to me that I am the Devil. How could it not be so? I am white, male and privileged in many ways, a natural born oppressor of the virtuous masses.
Fortunately, though it would be several more years before I had the joy of discovering Nietzsche, I seem to have been blessed with a below average capacity to feel the sentiment of guilt. Like Lestat, I made a pact with myself to be the best damned Devil I could be.
It would be several more years again, before I came to realize the hidden truth that all men are Devils and all women too.
Black men are just as prone to racism as are whites and so are the Orientals. Many, if not most, of the African slaves shipped to the Americas were actually sold to the Europeans by other Africans and slavery is still practiced in some parts of Asia and Africa to this day.
Women are just as prone to sexism as are men and are far better at oppressing each other than men could ever dream of being.
We, Humanity, are race of Devils. These terrible things we do, we do to each other and none of us is truly innocent.
But it is only recently that I’ve come to fully realize and accept the final and ultimate truth. Morality, like politics, is a lie. And when you learn to see beyond the lies, and seek the truth without prejudice, when you learn look beyond good and evil, you become a God and no more a Devil.
Ah, but what’s the use. Enlightenment comes only in sparks and flashes, brief instants of illumination followed inevitably by gloom. In the morning you awake, the same petty and misguided Devil you had been before your moment of Godhood. Over coffee, you argue politics with a friend and fantasize that the world would be a better place, if only the right kind of people had a chance to seize control.
And the cycle starts again.